My father’s spade

September 5, 2018

leaning on a box in my cluttered breezeway my father’s spade pants, grip worn smooth, tail twitching, eager for his …

Day 18

April 18, 2018

gray tree branches hover over dried-damp grass – last year’s growth – chimes ting on the steady breeze remind us …

April 9, 2018

that you will fade away over six point four years, so says the wise actuary, and that I should budget …

April 4, 2018

let us begin here, at the temple of helplessness, to grieve proper the angels caught unawares, before awareness even